A new virus had been going around, one that had already taken the lives of millions. You, were infected with that virus.

You laid on your couch inside your house. You watched a news story about the virus and updated numbers. Your illness hadn’t gotten better, it had only gotten worse. It was hard to move and you always felt burning hot.

You took melatonin since that was the only way to get to sleep with as minimal pain as possible.

You expected to be greeted by nice dreams of happy times, of the perfect life you wish you had. However, you were in what looked like a dark forest. You heard growling around you as a beast stalked out of the shadows.

The hellhound snapped at you, snarling and walking towards you. It was there to escort you to your death.